Cyrus froze the moment he reached Lola’s floor. The heady sweetness in the air made him dizzy, hitting his face with the force of an airbag when the doors slid open.
The impact was so sudden and strong that he involuntarily stumbled a step back. His hand shot to clamp against his mouth and nose immediately.
He could hear the blood pumping in his ears as his heart beat wildly. A shiver of hotness rushed to his abdomen.
Cyrus hummed as he braced his forearm against the cold metal of the elevator. He tried to breath but he knew one more sniff of that heady perfume would be the death of him. He tried to think but his head was fogged.
The heavenly scent in the air was killing him. Desperately, he wanted to locate the source of the scent, take it, and consume it.
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